Rainwater weaves a big net to salvage the whole city.

It should be from Gu Cheng.

Fengjing

The river in the distance turns blue,

The waves began to recede.

The storm raised the stolen sail,

Rain net saves the world.

Bubbles are like cheap pennies,

Discarded by rocks at will.

The ship put up its mast,

Say one last prayer.

Sun hasn't retired yet,

And cast a fake smile. ...